d of time, he gradually became more familiar with the pair of hammers.Just as the thousand-forged hammer shared a bloodline with him, this silver hammer forged with blood resonated with his soul. The...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。ere usually irregular, but now they were subtly changing, becoming much more regular than before, resembling rhomboids in shape, and the dark gold sheen had become even more textured. 。What filled Jia...